The White Devil (Vittoria Corombona) · chunk 13 of 49
Webster, John · published 1612 · first performed or written 1612 [Winter 1612-1613] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses typicality 0.70 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
Remember this you slave, when knaves come to preferment they rise as gallows are raised i'th' low countries, one upon another shoulders. Here is an Emblem nephew pray peruse it. 'Twas thrown in at your window, At my window, Here is a Stag my Lord hath shed his horns, And for the loss of them the poor beast weeps The word Inopem me copia fecit. That is. Plenty of horns hath made him poor of horns. What should this mean. I'll tell you, 'tis given out You are a cuckold. Is it given out so. I had rather such report as that my Lord. Should keep within doors. Have you any children. None my Lord. You are the happier I'll tell you a tale. Pray my Lord. An old tale. Upon a time Phoebus the God of light Or him we call the Sun would need be married. The Gods gave their consent, and Mercury Was sent to voice it to the general world. But what a piteous cry their straight arose Amongst Smiths, & Feltmakers, Brewers & Cooks. Reapers and Butter-women, amongst Fishmongers And thousand other trades, which are annoyed By his excessive heat; 'twas lamentable. They came to Iupiter all in a sweat And do forbid the banes; a great fat Cook Was made their Speaker, who entreats of Ioue That Phoebus might be gelded, for if now When there was but one, Sun so many men, Wear like to perish by his violent heat. What should they do if he were married And should beget more, and those children Make fireworks like their father, so say I, Only I will apply it to your wife, Her issue should not providence prevent it Would make both nature, time, and man repent it. Looke you cossin. Go change the air for shame see if your absence, Will blast your Cornucopia, Marcello Is chosen with you joint commissioner For the relieving our Italian coast From pirates. I am much honoured in't. But sir Ere I return the Stags horns may be sprouted, Greater than these are shed. Do not fear it, I'll be your ranger. You must watch i'ch nights, Then's the most danger. Farewell good Marcello. All the best fortunes of a soldiers wish, Bring you a shipboard. Were I not best now I am turned Soldier, ere that I leave my wife, sell all she hath, And then take leave of her. I expect good from you, Your parting is so merry. Merry my Lord, a'th' captains humour right I am resolved to be drunk this night. So, 'twas well fitted, now shall we discern, How his wished absence will give violent way, To Duke Brachiano's lust, Why that was it; To what scorned purpose else should we make choice Of him for a sea Captain, and besides, Count Lodowick which was rumoured for a pirate. Is now in Padua. Is't true?
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Remember this you slaue, when knaues come to preferment they rise as gallouses are raised i'th low countries, one vpon another shoulders. Here is an Embleme nephew pray peruse it. 'Twas throwne in at your window, At my window, Here is a Stag my Lord hath shed his hornes, And for the losse of them the poore beast weepes The word Inopem me copia fecit. That is. Plenty of hornes hath made him poore of hornes. What should this meane. Ile tell you, 'tis giuen out You are a Cocould. Is it giuen out so. I had rather such report as that my Lord. Should keepe within dores. Haue you any children. None my Lord. You are the happier Ile tell you a tale. Pray my Lord. An old tale. Vppon a time Phoebus the God of light Or him wee call the Sunne would neede be married. The Gods gaue their consent, and Mercury Was sent to voice it to the generall world. But what a pitious cry their straight arose Amongst Smiths, & Felt-makers, Brewers & Cooks. Reapers and Butter-women, amongst Fishmongers And thousand other trades, which are annoyed By his excessiue heate; twas lamentable. They came to Iupiter all in a sweat And do forbid the banes; a great fat Cooke Was made their Speaker, who intreates of Ioue That Phoebus might bee guelded, for if now When there was but one, Sunne so many men, Weare like to perish by his violent heate. What should they do if hee were married And should be get more, and those children Make fier-workes like their father, so say I, Only I will apply it to your wife, Her issue should not prouidence preuent it Would make both nature, time, and man repent it. Looke you cossin. Go change the aire for shame see if your absence, Will blast your Cornucopia, Marcello Is chosen with you ioint commissioner For the relieuing our Italian coast From pirats. I am much honord int. But sir Ere I returne the Stagges hornes may be sprouted, Greater then these are shed. Do not feare it, I'le bee your ranger. You must watch i'ch nights, Then's the most danger. Farewell good Marcello. All the best fortunes of a Souldiers wish, Bring you a ship-board. Were I not best now I am turn'd Souldier, E're that I leaue my wife, sell all shee hath, And then take leaue of her. I expect good from you, Your parting is so merry. Merry my Lord, a'th Captaines humor right I am resolued to be drunke this night. So, 'twas well fitted, now shall we descerne, How his wisht absence will giue violent way, To Duke Brachiano's lust, Why that was it; To what scorn'd purpose else should we make choice Of him for a sea Captaine, and besides, Count Lodowicke which was rumor'd for a pirate. Is now in Padua. Is't true?